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Also of Elizabeth, his wife. They emigrated from England to this Island, A. Their son John died in Antigua in the lifetime of his parents. His afflicted mother followed him into Eternity with patient reation on the seventeenth day of April,in the 69th year of her age. And her disconsolate husband departed this life on the 25th day of December,in the 87th year of his age. William and Eliza Macneill had a large family of which all the members possessed marked intellectual power.
Their education consisted only in the scanty, occasional terms of the district school of those rude, early days; but, had circumstances been kinder, some of them would have climbed high. My grandfather, Alexander Macneill, was a man of strong and pure literary tastes, with a considerable knack of prose composition.
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They were witty, pointed, and dramatic. Uncle James was something of a "mute, inglorious" Burns. Circumstances compelled him to spend his life on a remote Prince Edward Island farm; had he had the advantages of education that are within reach of any schoolboy to-day, I am convinced he would have been neither mute nor inglorious.
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But the children of King Orchard had the sustaining companionship of each. I had trodden the wine-press. The other incident was much more trifling.
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But our minds were weak and our imaginations strong; we soon came to believe implicitly in our myths, and not one of us would have gone near that grove after sunset on pain of death. What was death compared to the unearthly possibility of falling into the clutches of a "white thing"? In the evenings, when, as usual, we were perched on the back porch steps in the mellow summer dusk, Well would tell me blood-curdling tales galore, until my hair fairly stood Bloomington Illinois women seeking sissy men end, and I would not have been surprised had a whole army of "white things" swooped suddenly on us from round the corner.
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But, one night we had a real ghost scare — the "real" qualifying "scare," not "ghost. Suddenly I happened to glance up in the direction of the orchard dyke. A chill began galloping up and down my spine, for there, under the juniper tree, was really a "white thing," shapelessly white in the gathering gloom. We all stopped and stared as though turned to stone.
Mag Laird, I may remark, was a harmless creature who wandered begging over the country side, and was the bugbear of children in general and Dave in particular. As poor Mag's usual apparel was dirty, cast-off clothes of other persons, it did not seem to me likely that this white visitant were. Well and I would have been glad to think it was, Sexy women want sex tonight Warren Mag was at least flesh and blood while this—!
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